Chapter 69: Meng Chuan

Zhou Yuhe was sitting on the sofa with his back straight, slightly bent at this time. He stared at the script on the coffee table and fell into deep thought.
Yang Yu is right. Ten months is very precious to any popular first-line niche.
Now it’s no better than before. It can take a year or two, even five or six years to make a good movie.
Now everything pays attention to fast food culture, fragment culture.
Popular niches can use these ten months to pick up two seasons of reality shows, shoot three TV series, and take four or five red carpet shows.
The only thing is that I won't use these ten months to bet on a movie.
Still applauded and unpopular literary movies.
Even if the acting is overwhelming and the script is outstanding, what about winning many awards?
Art movies have always been weak at the box office, in case the box office is bleak...
What should he do if the box office is bleak?
If there is only three or four months, he can pick up another TV series or commercial movie to regain popularity immediately after the box office has fought.
But for ten months, no exposure, no works, no news...
Once he fails, the blow to his current career will never be just a little bit. .
The fact that Zhou Yuhe was not suitable for the role of Anxue instantly compressed his full confidence by almost half.
He leaned his head on the back of the sofa, looked at the white ceiling, and began to empty his brain.
Many fragments of previous lives flashed past in front of you like a horse.
He remembered that he had never had such a situation before.
The same good script, good director.
Similarly, longer shooting cycles.
At that time, he was already the brother of I.S, and Ji Chen gradually retreated behind the scenes and began to plan for his business empire.
At that time, Ji Chen's eyes were always tender and tender.
"Yuhe, Director Liao is going to shoot that movie for a year, and he has to go to the difficult and difficult mountainous area to experience life in a closed manner. I don't want you to suffer so much for me, for IS, and spend so much time shooting that kind of future. Unpredictable, just for the award-winning movie."
"You are now a top artist in China. Even if you don’t make a movie, you just pick up reality shows, endorsements, and attend international events-as long as you can maintain exposure, you can attract a lot of fans. To what extent, look at Fan Junxi and Bai An who only make IP dramas every year and only take the most popular reality shows. They can easily get what most people in the circle dream of. Your popularity is much higher than them. Why? Don't you also make yourself a little more relaxed?"
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Yes, whether you receive a reality show, an endorsement advertisement, or a traffic IP drama, as long as you maintain sufficient exposure, you often face the public...
You can live very, very well without paying anything.
Rich, status, popular, time, and relaxed--
This is the life that everyone is fascinated by.
It is also the fundamental reason why many niches in the entertainment circle had good acting skills, but after becoming popular, their acting skills continue to regress.
Because the things I want are so easy to get, I won't cherish every moment of acting.
So I became stingy with every extra effort.
However, they, including Zhou Yu and themselves at that time, have forgotten the works of art-those things that have truly become classics and will be remembered forever by people, originally required countless hard work and energy to pour out them.
He used to, for money, for love, for career.
Give up countless opportunities to participate in the birth of these treasures.
After finally being born again, is he going to repeat the same mistakes?
Obviously there is such a good script and such a good director in front of him, but because of the so-called time cost and the so-called commercial value, giving up the best choice and changing to another director?
Zhou Yuhe's hands gradually clenched into fists, and the words Meng Chuan said to him echoed in his ears again and again.
And every time it reverberates, his blood will boil for a minute, and an impulse called hot blood will rampage in his limbs without resignation.
His blood, his bone marrow, every cell in his body are clamoring frantically!
At last.
With a thud--
Put all his sanity to the torch!
He took his hooded jacket, grabbed a mobile phone and change on the table casually, and went out in the rain.

In the old town of City A.
Although the entertainment industry in City A has developed rapidly in recent years and brought up the economy of City A as a whole, in the old city, City A seems to retain its appearance more than ten years ago, with crisscross alleys entrenched in the city like branches. In the corner of the city, the dilapidated low walls, the messy streets, and if there is a seemingly in the air mixed with the earthy smell, no matter who passes by, they can't help covering their mouth and nose.
However, even in such a messy environment, there are always many homeless people living here. They don’t ask for wealth or food and clothing, and they don’t even dare to ask for a decent job, just like Like ants, clinging to this decayed branch, just begging not to be picked up and discarded.
As long as it is not abandoned by this city.
A shirtless young man in old yellowed beach pants walked out of a small and dilapidated bungalow.
The skin on his body is very dark, obviously the result of years of exposure.
In addition to the black body, there are some inexplicable dirt and scars.
The hair grows to the shoulders and is messy. I don't know how long it has been before a decent shower.
He was holding the kettle and was thinking of the faucet at the entrance of the street to pick up some water. At this time, a low and pleasant voice penetrated the thin rain curtain:
"Hey, buddy, do you live here?"
The young man shook his head, turned his head, and saw a young man wearing a hooded jacket and black, but with a special temperament in the drizzle, or a young man?
He squinted his eyes slightly and moved his head forward.
Zhou Yuhe judged from this little action that the tramp was short-sighted and couldn't see his looks clearly, so the corners of his mouth that had been raised had a bigger curvature.
"I have something to discuss with you..."
The young man looked at him alertly.
Zhou Yuhe was not annoyed, he took out thirty yuan from his pocket and handed it to the homeless man.
Although the homeless man couldn't see Zhou Yuhe's appearance, he could recognize that it was three ten-dollar notes based on the color alone, so his expression eased, but he still didn't reach out to take it.
"I have nowhere to go. You take me in for a period of time. How about I give you thirty yuan a day?"
Although Zhou Yuhe has a lot of money, he also understands the truth of promoting Mien and fighting Mien.
Thirty yuan? Or every day?
The homeless man's ears moved, and he rubbed his kettle with his hands very entangledly. In the end he couldn't bear the temptation and slowly stretched out his left hand.
"……it is good."

One month later.
The destination of Mengchuan strolls on the street.
He has already rejected "The Legend of Ghosts and Demons", but he has not picked up other movies during this period.
He walked absent-mindedly, and suddenly an unpleasant song came into his ears. He looked back and saw that there was a street singer on the corner with a stereo and singing with a microphone.
He suddenly thought of Zhou Yuhe.
After being so clear, even embarrassingly rejected, Zhou Yuhe never mentioned anything to him to direct him again, and Zhou Yu and himself were like the world evaporated, without anything for a whole month. sound.
Hey, in fact, it can be understood that a big star who is held by fans as a baby is suddenly hit like this, no matter who it is, it may be a little affected.
He walked up to the street singer fascinatingly, seeing his appearance and temperament which is not outstanding, and he was surprised.
Obviously he was so ordinary that he couldn't be found in the crowd, but his eyes were very special.
The stars in the eyes are extinguished, the kind of numbness and reconciliation to life; desperation, giving up, and a little cautious hope...
That kind of look made Meng Chuan's heart start to itch uncontrollably.
Maybe it was a wrong decision to reject "Cat"? It's really a very good script. As long as Zhou Yu and willing sacrifice more, why can't he make some concessions here?
"Hey."
Meng Chuan shook his head, and there was no reason to take back what he said and the water poured out?
However, this street singer did cause his melancholy.
After the end of the song, he took out a little change from his pocket and threw it in the small box in front of the singer.
About to turn around and leave, suddenly--
"You just stood in front of me for two full minutes, Director Meng."
Meng Chuan was shocked.
He turned his head suspiciously, and was about to ask how the vagrant singer knew about him, after seeing the arc of a smile on the corner of his mouth--
Meng Chuan was instantly struck by lightning.
The other party straightened the back that had been chuckling slightly, and the slightly wretched temperament was swept away, and the other party's plain face gradually became familiar.
The stronger the familiarity, the more surprise Meng Chuan felt.
After more and more surprises gathered together, it eventually turned into a cry of disintegration and gloom--
"Zhou, Yu, and?!!!"
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Director Meng: You are so ugly that I can't recognize you one day! ! I lost:)